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Post by Salem Greer on Mar 26, 2013 13:29:36 GMT -5
"I'd have to say it's been about a good hundred and fifty years since I last passed out. He'll, it's been that long since i last got fall down drunk. I've got a good feeling about tonight though." He looked towards his samurai companion and shook his head. "You learn to keep yourself busy after the first fifty years." He saw Willow's hazy state of mind slip away for a moment as she spoke of her lord and lady. "Interesting," He thought of the spirit hitching a ride in his body. "My friend has a similar effect on me. More downsides I'm assuming though."
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Post by Willow on Mar 26, 2013 13:45:01 GMT -5
Willow nodded, his words ringing with a commen truth. "That's why I want to go to different worlds. This one is interesting, but like you say, Salem, after the first fifty years, you yearn for more." She held her glass up to him. "To the good old days and the unknown future!" Her face was bright and alert. "And as for my trick, it's round two for me." She winked slyly, sipping her drink again.
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Post by Willow on Mar 26, 2013 13:46:32 GMT -5
"And maybe if we live through this dragon, I'll show you the downsides of my Lord and Lady, but I've earned to deal with it. As I'm sure you have."
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Post by Salem Greer on Mar 26, 2013 13:57:24 GMT -5
Salem nodded along somberly with her words, knowing the truth behind them. He quietly raised his cup to meet her's, thinking upon the last century. When he finally looked at her he saw clarity in her eyes and not the haze of drunkenness. "Two?" He asked, feeling a light tinge of dizziness growing in the back of his head. At the same time he felt his hunger stirring, roaring for more and he obeyed it. "I'd like that.That is if we both make it out alive." He laughs at the notion of death.
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Post by Willow on Mar 26, 2013 14:05:34 GMT -5
"You are a fan of literature, I've noticed, so let me indulge you once more... Life looked down upon the world, and with sorrow and curiosity, asked Death 'Why do they love me, yet shun you, brother?' And Death smiled, replying 'They love you for you are sweet lie, and I am the harsh reality.'" Willow sighed, an amused smile on her lips. "As for two, that's my trick. It's why I, too, can never be satisfied."
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Post by Fanuco on Mar 26, 2013 14:26:13 GMT -5
"This Death person sounds like a fun guy." Fanuco says looking around the table. "Can't wait to meet him." The madness in his eyes grow. "Then kill him."
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Post by Willow on Mar 26, 2013 14:29:13 GMT -5
Willow shook her head. "You cannot kill Death. Perhaps one of his vessels, if you're lucky. But he will always come back, and you won't best him twice, that I can assure you." She chuckled, drinking again. "You have a twitching sword hand, samurai."
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Post by Fanuco on Mar 26, 2013 14:36:21 GMT -5
"I won't deny that." He says with a smile. "For a fair warning before we fight the dragon, you don't want to be around when the twitching stops."
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Post by Salem Greer on Mar 26, 2013 14:40:13 GMT -5
"Literature was one of the first distraction I turned to. I can't say I can place the quote though..." he sipped at his drink as he searched through his memories. He stopped and admitted defeat. "Two," he responded with contempt.
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Post by Willow on Mar 26, 2013 14:43:28 GMT -5
Willow finished her drink with a chuckle, then gestured for his hand. "You're an admirable opponent. I'll share my trick with you. But as for the quote... It was a poem written on a mountain. I found it years ago, during my initiation."
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Post by Salem Greer on Mar 26, 2013 15:13:52 GMT -5
Salem was puzzled by the gesture, but complied anyway, extending his hand. "Maybe I'll figure out how to win this little competition after I learn about your trick." he said, a wolfish smile spreading across his face. He looked towards Fanuco, his red eyes looking him over. "I take it we're going to have to have a few team building exercises, eh samurai." Salem's eyes moved towards the sheathed sword and back to it's owner. "Your initiation... I'm assuming you mean something along the lines of an initiation for your Lord and Lady." Salem shifted slightly at the mention of them.
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Post by Willow on Mar 26, 2013 15:20:50 GMT -5
She nodded, taking his hand. "Yes, I was alone in the Wild for three years during my initiation." Whispering under her breath, she traced a different symbol on his palm. "Looking back now it doesn't seem so long. But it appeared an eternity at the time." Again she murmured, kissing his palm lightly. Showing him her work she explained, "this is the symbol for your liver, and the concept of 'plentiful' that I designed. Combined you can drink to your hearts content." She leaned back, pleased with herself. "Touch it and any effects from alcohol will disappear."
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Post by Fanuco on Mar 26, 2013 16:30:04 GMT -5
"Expected of a witch, to use magic to win a contest." Fanuco says watching Willow and Salem. "What other ticks and spells do you use, missy?"
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Post by Willow on Mar 26, 2013 16:42:49 GMT -5
"Plenty. I honestly couldn't tell you where my magick ends and my body begins." She shrugged. "Just as well."
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Post by Fanuco on Mar 26, 2013 16:59:02 GMT -5
"You magic user sure do love keep everyone guessing, don't you." Fanuco leads forward, trying his best to keep a serious face. "Now for an important question. What kind of dragon is it that we'll be fighting?"
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